What happens when the boy known for fighting everyone and anyone starts to fight for you? What happens when the artist who hides behind his masterpieces, starts to see you on his canvases? Gray and Axel meet by chance, unaware of the tidal waves they are causing in the other's life. Both stuck in their own lives, cold and always alone, they begin to find warmth with each other. Their hands keep finding their ways to each other- behind closed doors, in the dark, under the table. Once their walls start to crack, there's no going back and there's no pretending it means nothing. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Don't- don't touch me like that," he breathed out. I blinked at him. Is he angry? In pain? "Like what?" "fucking...gently," he seethed. "Why?" I peered at him, pressing my hand to his other cheek. I just needed him to look at me. I didn't care if it was wrong. "Because I'll... I'll fucking break," he barked, lips trembling under his confession. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• !! This is a slow burn !! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 🏅 #1- bxblove- Nov 16, 2025 🥇 #1- gay romance- Nov 19, 2025🥇 #1- tattoos- Oct 22, 2025🥇 #1- delinquent- Nov 6, 2025🥇 #1- trauma- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- family problems- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- teen- Dec 15, 2025🥇 #1- school- Dec 22, 2025 🥇 #2- bisexual- Nov 18, 2025 🥈 #2- high school experience- Nov 26, 2025🥈 #2- boyxboyromance- Oct 19, 2025🥈 #2- love- Nov 17, 2025🥈 #3- boyxboy- Nov 28, 2025🥉

❝ Why would an Italian CEO settle for anything less, especially for a narcissistic, playboy Russian motorcycle driver? ❞ [18+] 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 is unfamiliar with the concept of love. For him, only sex exists-preferably rough, heterosexual encounters. He spends his time riding motorcycles, flirting with women or hanging out in his workshop with his friends. As a member of the illegal racing club "Phantom Z" he holds the title "King" due to his undefeated streak-until one day, someone challenges and defeats him. 𝐓𝐇𝐄́𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 is a billionaire who drowns himself in work to escape his own thoughts. He owns luxurious estates, elegant suits, and expensive watches. He has everything yet his past clings to him like a haunting memory, draining him of all emotion. However, after meeting a certain man, Théo realizes that perhaps he still has feelings left. What happens when their hatred towards each other is replaced by a profound, undeniable love that turns their worlds upside down, leaving them awash in unfamiliar emotions . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

Living in a world full of BL isn't Oliver's cup of tea. As the only person to realize that, he keeps his head down and pretends not to notice and tries his best not to trigger any route of BL action for himself. After all, he's not exactly into guys. Unfortunately, he ends up attracting a lot more attention than he likes with the classic stereotypical, cringey cliches of all sorts of BL men and ends up into more trouble than expected. A perverted teacher, a no good bully, a run in with a random CEO, and don't get him started by bumping into some sort of gang leader. Can Oliver really survive this BL-like world even though the odds are against him? [BOOK ONE] [RANKINGS] - #1 in CRINGEWORTHY #1 in TROPES

"You're scared of me," he accused. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation kicking in, but I shook my head. "No, I'm scared your blood will stain my couch." He blinked a few times and then a shadow of a smile broke out on his face. "I'll buy you a new one." ... A wife who died a mysterious death and a "my way or the highway" attitude, Manolo Raymond was not to be trusted. Anyone with ties to the underworld knew that, which was why Wesley did what he could to stay out of the mafia prince's path. He had one goal: to finish paying off his debt to Manolo's older brother and then never see their faces again. However, his plans were thrown out the window when he returned home one night to find his house broken into and an injured Manolo Raymond bleeding on his couch, demanding refuge.

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

Westfair is the fictional city this story takes place in. It's small but cozy, rainy, but fun. Jisung loves his life of working in the old library, joking with Beth, the woman that was basically his grandma, and going home to sleep in his tiny apartment. But soon his mundane life gains some color as he meets the handsome Minho, a student from Korea attending the nearby university. After meeting in some unique circumstances, Jisung and Minho hit it off, and their soft, genuine romance begins to bloom within the walls of an antique library. Underneath it all, a mystery surrounds Jisung, and he finds out some odd things about himself, and Minho. Things that are only true in books and movies. "You're an omega." Jisung wasn't usually one to swear, but... "What the fuck is that?" *Omegaverse au* It's a lowkey omegaverse, so it won't be in your face a ton lol. Every omegaverse is different. Everything will be explained as chapters go. Just read if you want to know it all lol.

Minho, a wannabe photographer, and Jisung, a quiet guitarist and writer. They had been friends for years - an endearing duo in a group of eight chaotic friends. All their friends joked about them being married, and the jokes got to Jisung's head so much he actually developed feelings. He thought Minho felt the same way, so he wrote a song for him, and intended on using it to confess his feeling. However, the day Jisung planned to sing Minho his song, a new girl transferred to Minho's digital photography class. Minho was hooked on her, and Jisung's heart tore into two. ── .✦"𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬."✦.── ⚠CONTENT WARNING⚠ ➤Angst ➤Body Dysphoria ➤Implied Sexual Content SIDE SHIP: MINOR CHANMIN FINAL WORD COUNT: 50211 STARTED: 09/01/25 ENDED: 12/16/025

He held his breath and settled in to wait, but Jisung never expected to live a lifetime without air... Taken from his pack Jisung mourns his brother's death and prays for a swift end to it all. But what happens when instead of execution, he finds the love he'd spent his life waiting for? ________ "... we could go at the same time. You take mine and I'll take yours. That way we can come back together." Hiccuping, tears fall freely down Jisung's face dripping to the bare chest below him. "You think we'll find each other in the next life?" "Oh my pretty baby... there is no life we live at the same time where I don't search for you. I only pray that in the next one, I'm not the cause of your tears..." (An A/B/O Romeo and Juliet style fic but with a happy ending)

Preparing to start a new chapter of his life working in the polished elite world of plastic surgery, Doctor Lee Minho is suddenly jerked into the past when a memory he'd long given up on reaches out. Flying to the remote protected island of Aear he hopes to get answers and find closure for wounds left to rot by his best friend's sudden disappearance years ago. Landing on pristine beaches he's thrown into a world he could never have imagined where instead of answers he finds lies, heartbreak, and the cutest cult leader/nurse from hell... oh, and fucking mermaids. - "Please." Wiggling his eyebrows Jisung flashes a teasing grin. "If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't have purposefully missed when I threw the coffee cup." Snorting at his joke Minho wades in up to his calves before coming to a stop. "Like hell you missed. Your aim sucks...." (Jisung is a sassy smart-ass who hates Minho on sight. Minho is stubborn, whipped and wants Jisung...badly) 🙏 If mermaids aren't your thing, I hope you will still give this a try! I was aiming for unique, fun, angsty and lots of Minsung love.